Hate To Love You My Billionaire Lover

Arianna slowly retracted her smile, “Misunderstand what?”

“About you and me.”

Arianna’s eyes flickered. She paused for a long time and said softly, “If you take it seriously, I will accompany you.”

“Miss Jenkins, it’s not wise to tease me.”

“Vince, won’t you regret it?”

“You probably don’t know. You have a look of death in your eyes.”

“I… I only mean it for a period of time.”

Vince just looked at her in an unpredictable way without saying a word. It’s the time Arianna could only feel the children’s laughs and the sound of the water, as well as the sound of wind blowing through the leaves and the aroma of the beef pie in her hand. She was confused again.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

They returned to the hotel silently all the way. Arianna claimed to be a little tired, did not go to the restaurant to eat, and just asked the waiter to send two cups of yogurt to her room.

She took a shower for an hour, which was meant to clear her thoughts, but only made her brain more chaotic. Then she put on her pajamas and sat in the window to let the oncoming breeze blow her hair. She planned to put all her emotions deep in her heart. Then she lit a cigarette. But her door was gently knocked.

Arianna saw from the cat’s eyes who was standing outside the door. She opened the door. Vince stood at the door in a light-colored shirt and dark trousers.

He raised the bottle and cups in his hands, “I’ve come to confess. It looks like I offended you again today. Shall I buy you a drink?”

Arianna didn’t respond. Then she realized her pajamas were very transparent and low-cut. She said, “I’ll change clothes, please wait,” and shut the door.

It was too late when she felt she was too rude, but she had to change her clothes quickly. She hurriedly changed her pajamas into another set of opaque silk pajamas, which looked like a short dress. And she rouged her lips quickly.

Three minutes later, Arianna reopened the door, and Vince still stood in the doorway, his eyes lazily gliding over her body.

Arianna leaned against the door and raised her chin, “Please come in.”

When Vince placed the cup and poured the wine calmly, Arianna began to feel dizzy. She didn’t ask for his opinion and requested the hotel to bring a bunch of side dishes, grilled salmon, fried small steak, milk pudding, baked fruit, salad, potato puree…

“Hungry?” Vince asked.

“Yep.”

They didn’t eat or drink much. Arianna asked, “No appetite? What do you want to eat?”

Vince stared at her lips, his eyes flickering, “Anything.”

Arianna took a bunch of Roasted Saint Girl Fruit and said, “The taste is really good. Why not try it? It’s not poisoned.”

When he was going to take it, he found Arianna had already put the last bunch of fruits in her mouth. She swallowed two, and there was still the last one in her mouth.

Vince suddenly approached her and put his lips on her lips. He pried open her teeth with his tongue and took away the last fruit from her mouth. He swallowed the red fruit and said, “Nice.”

“Don’t you feel disgusted?”

“I thought it was a token of invitation.”

“But it had my saliva on it.”

Vince’s answer was to lean over and kiss her, his hands wrapped around her waist, stopping her from all struggles. His kiss was breathtaking, and their breath and saliva merged.

“You call it disgusting?” He finally let go of her and whispered on her forehead when she was about to suffocate. Arianna was lying on the sofa with a sigh of relief, her lips blushing, her eyes faint, her chest ups and downs, and her language ability lost. With his eyes darkened, Vince knelt in front of her, pinching her thin ankles and going up until he reached her delicate and smooth inner thigh. He kissed her again, from her lips down to her neck and her shoulder.

Her pajamas wrapped around her neck prevented him from moving further. He had to turn her over and licked her bareback, starting from the butterfly bone, along the spine, biting inch by inch, all the way down to her waist. She trembled with pain and itch. Her nightdress was pushed down to her waist, and her shoulder strap untied. Most of her body was exposed to the air and his touch.

Arianna, who had confusion both in thoughts and body, suddenly felt that this was too ridiculous. She struggled to get up, pushed Vince hard, grabbed a piece of cloth to cover her chest, leaned against the back of the sofa, and looked at him with alertness. She was messy and panting. And he not only had neat clothes, but his hair was also in order. Only she zoned out.

“I’m sorry,” Arianna said with a weak voice.

Vince looked at her for a long time, and the heat in his eyes faded, “It doesn’t matter. I was rude.”

He leaned against her. Arianna had nowhere to hide, biting her lips. But he just re-attached the pajamas’ straps to her neck and gathered her hair, “You should rest early.”

He got up and took a few steps. Arianna struggled several times and called him, “Vince!” She shouted clearly.

He turned back. Arianna looked straight at him. Vince walked back to her, only one arm away from her, looking a little confused at her eyes.

Arianna suddenly reached out and grabbed his belt, dragging him forward. They both didn’t talk, and finally, Arianna got up from the sofa, pulled his shirt out of his waistband, and opened his buttons one by one. Her expression was firm this time, her action stiff. And Vince just stood there, taking his time.

Arianna just stared at his bare chest. Then she continued to untie his belt, and she couldn’t unite it for a while. Vince held her hands. The two were silent again.

Arianna thought he would leave, of her previous rejection, and her awkwardness today. She tried to pull her hands out, but Vince pressed her back to the sofa, biting her soft chest through the thin cloth, and buried his head in her chest.

Arianna hugged his shoulder and muttered in his ear, “Vince, let’s go to bed, not here.”

Their action was fierce in bed.

Vince did not continue the former foreplay that had just been interrupted. He took off her clothes and, when her body reacted slightly, quickly and directly invaded her, never giving her a second chance to repent.